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No, she is not here. She is with her uncle, I suppose, reading to him some dull book or other—the Sportsman's Guide, or the plans of Marlborough's battles, as cheerfully and contentedly as if it were the most interesting story or poem that ever was written.

I have interrupted some pleasant reading, I'm afraid.

Not at all: we have got to the end of our battles, and he is now teaching me to play chess.

I have brought you a book that will delight you.

Are you sure of that? I am no great admirer